'He never said a word. I wanted to comfort him, but he never gave me a chance. He never even mentioned Lucy's name.'
'Did he seem unhappy?'
'No. He was just the same as ever, impassive and collected.'
'Really, he's inhuman,' exclaimed Julia impatiently.
'He's an anomaly in this juvenile century,' Dick agreed. 'He's an ancient Roman who buys his clothes in Savile Row.'
'Then he's very much in the way in England, and it's much better that he should go back to Africa.'
'I suppose it is. Here he reminds one of an eagle caged with a colony of canaries.'
Julia looked at her husband reflectively.
'I think you're the only friend who has stuck to him,' she said.
'I wouldn't put it in that way. After all, I'm the only friend he ever had. It was not unnatural that a number of acquaintances should drop him when he got into hot water.'